07/11/2026
Copy & Pasted from another rescue ❤️
Six months ago, Lucy was a kitten someone gave away on Facebook.
Someone picked her.
Took her home.
Let her fall asleep against them.
For a little while, she was somebody’s baby.
But life got busy. 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻.
💔Now she’s tucked behind someone’s house, curled around five kittens 🫣.
Her first litter. Ever.
Here in Union County, our winters can be mild enough for a determined mother cat and a decent shelter setup to get her babies through. That doesn’t mean it’s easy.
𝗟𝘂𝗰𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱.
𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.
𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.
But they make it.
And because they make it, things don’t look quite so bad from the back door.
There’s food in the bowl. The kittens are cute. Mama seems to be doing okay.
Then spring comes.
The evenings get warmer. 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝘆.. At night, you hear the 🙀. The fighting. The crash of something knocked over beneath the porch.
Soon, Lucy has her second litter 💔.
𝙎𝙄𝙓 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆. 𝗕𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀.
Summer settles in. The heat hangs beneath the porch 🥵. The fleas are bad. Lucy lies on her side while nursing her kittens, her back rising sharply beneath your hand when you reach down to pet her.
By the beginning of fall, 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
‼️Only four make it this time.
Lucy is thin. Her coat is dull. She scratches, then settles back down because the kittens are crying again.
😢There is always someone hungry.
😢Always someone nursing.
😢Hardly any time for her body to recover before it begins again.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.
Some litters survive.
Some lose a kitten.
Some lose more.
There may be crusted eyes, tiny noses struggling to breathe, fleas moving through fur so fine you can see the skin beneath it.
And Lucy keeps trying to raise them.
The kittens who survive need somewhere to go. But the people willing to take them run out. The shelters are crowded. The rescues are stretched thin.
So some stay.
And soon, 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧.
The same shelter.
The same food bowls.
More mouths.
More pregnancies.
More little bodies needing help.
What felt manageable when there was one mother cat has become something nobody knows how to stop.
𝗕𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀, “𝗪𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽,” 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲.
𝗦𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗦𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.
This is the cycle we’re working to interrupt every 👏🏼single day👏🏼
And 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘆/𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀.
Lucy was somebody’s baby once.
She deserves a chance 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝘁. 💙
